Today, I dip the pen in ink
The golden tip of the pen nib glistening
Waiting to write the memoirs of us
Yearning to sketch the intimate moments
Creating motifs of love, passion and surrender
With every drop of ink, the pen becomes bolder
As there are different hues of ink
Reflecting the various moods that we experienced
Essaying the most passionate drama
Where we are the only protagonists
Revealing each amorous Act
Until the writing reaches a crescendo
And the last Act of the drama takes us to a new high

*Amitav

~

Deep within the ecstasy of love


I breathe this night of ecstasy on satin sheets we shine
The comfort of your silken skin my dream
Lips so soft and tenderly do bring themselves to mine
Pleasure lives inside this shadowed scene

Wrapped around each other, searing passion fires flame
Tongues now dance in rhythm of this kiss
Drinking of your flavor drives this humble man insane
Falling ever deeper the abyss

Beauty blooms aside me as our eyes meet in the night
My gaze now finds your stare of tempting flow
Perfect is the joy we feel when we are oh so tight
Sensuous of moonbeam light a’ glow

Fingers probe of pleasure as your sighs now brush the sky
Slowly deep within rose petal folds
Glistening of moisture resting smooth of silken thighs
Fantasies of long ago foretold

Intoxicating fragrance as your neck my mouth does swim
Curves to fit these hands of wondered feel
Firm, ***** the blossoms fill my palms of every whim
Pleading moans so hard now to conceal

Lower still my heated tongue paints satin skin so smooth
Trails across your body’s shimmered lines
Your hands, my hair, now clenched to guide, this apple blossom bloom
Allowing me your sweet September wine

Slowly first, then teasingly, I find that wondrous spot
Tighter still my face pressed to your soul
Steady, but a quickened pace, this room, this bed, so hot
Calling out my name you lose control

Tethered breath, an arching back as nectar fills the void
Flavoring our love with sugared cream
Still my movements don’t subside, as once more is enjoyed
Filling of my heart your every scream

Once again our faces meet, as dripping lips now touch
Eye so wide, melodious the glare
Fingers smooth direct me to the place I love so much
Showing me the pathway winding there

Heated is the moment that my love does find your space
Harmonizing movements make their play
Perspiration mingles on our bodies, shadows trace
Soothing as a perfect summer’s day

Deep inside the waterfall does rage against the stream
Tropical sensations do abound
Breathless as I hold you close, so very close to me
Passion is the music of our sound

Fingers clenched, our legs entwined oh never to abate
Lost between a fantasy and truth
Slowly this is just the time the night is getting late
Here its comes the moment of our proof

We’re so close, our bodies locked in majesty of bliss
Before my eyes a most refreshing view
Just to drink your smile with my own upon our kiss
As my every fantasy is you

Rhythmic flashes light our minds as fireworks we see
Not unlike the shooting stars above
Nothing could be finer than to have you here with me
Deep within the ecstasy of love

The life span of a housefly
is approximately a month

Imagine if that was the lifespan
of everyone in this room,
from birth to death--
in just a month we grow;
           learning to walk, talk, eat pancakes, perceive god,
           light fires, play guitar, make coffee, cook lobster,
           learning to hula-hoop, to snap, to use the toilet
           and/or discovering your favorite shades of red,
          the first time merging with the opposite ***...
all in the span of a month.

How intense must that life feel?

Not to mention the physical growth
of bone, skin, heart, feet all the way
from birth to death in a month.

I think people would live quite differently;
laws would cease, save for the natural ones,
like the lifespan of a month.

Such learning with great intensity
compact into such a short time...

In this way I envy the housefly;
the fly that lands on dog ****--
risking a shorter life swatting death
to drink some sweat or
warm up for a spell in your home.

What a life,
the life of a fly in time.

I think I should write more.
My head is fuzzy with the unspoken words
Of the nameless creatures whom
Spew forth nonsense and melancholy.

Purge. Now there is a word!
An emotional release not unlike
Coming to fruition.

There it is again,
Lust and *** and tulips
Not daffodils, certainly not the rose
Are you as lost as I?

Aimless spurts of feelings
Thinly covered with sheets of paper
The ink like blood, seeps through
A stain of truth that no one can see
Except you, my love.

Take a turn at poetry
See the sky in it's endless capacity
Smell the moisture and promise in the soil of the earth
Revel in the love and beauty of the many bird calls
Dance to the song that beats for your heart
Relish the warmth of your ***** thoughts
Catch your breath as she catches hers

Shudder at the shivering heat of her touch as your mind sparks, kicks and starts like an old rusty pick up truck.

Shed tears at her loss,
soft pattering rain on the window of your soul where you hide listening to the scratch of the records as they turn out melodies fresh with the scent of the baker's hands
but lacking his warmth.

Don't hear that thunder,
Rather,
Feel it within the bones you use to brace the thin beliefs and morals you wear like bleached white skin yearning for the colour only she, your sun, can provide.

Embrace that rumble,
let it shatter those bones of learned judgments, smash your shivering fearful spine allowing brave voice to let sound the cries of the hobbled child inside.

Return to the naïveté of your birth
Blood fresh iron mist flavours your first taste of life.
In this you find true words
In this you find poetry.

I broke again today.
Mind caged behind emotions
Not of my making,
Not of my choosing.

The tempest whipped up
By foreign deities
Which reside inside
Whom do not mask their hate.

I cry out for your help
Even as I strike your hand
When you reach for me.

Yet you stand resolute
In the wake of my broken fury,
Birthing new love within me
As I find strength in numbers
For I am no longer alone.

Intrusive thoughts..
Salty Sweet..
Shake the ground,
Beneath my feet.

In the silent mornings or in the silent nights
there is a hunch there is a thigh there is a panther
I try to catch your shoulders using a violin
as a butterfly net
but if your hair chimes it's because it's dreaming
if your eyelid blossoms it's because of the wind
if your hand howls it's because it's night
if your ears sleep it's because they're famished
if your shoes laugh it's because they're thinking
and if your shoulders take flight it's because it's very late

If your hand falls silent it's because it's a seashell
if your veins race it's because of the mandrake
if the thigh listens it's because there are still leaves
if the blood foams it's the fault of the umbrellas

If your frock screams it's because it's dying
if your shadow flickers it's because it's burning
if your fingernail sits on the curtains it's because they're violet
if your foot whinnies it's because of the clouds
if the lungs fall asleep it's because it's dark
and if your shoulders choke
it is assuredly because of the trees.

Gellu Naum, Vasco da Gama and other pohems, Humanitas Publishing House, Bucharest, 2007

As Moon comes
To Earth every night
To court her affection
In the presence
Of a million Stars
Yet oblivious of their stare
Only focused on his love
Scaling her in circles
Never tiring, ever following
In orbital woos...

So will I circle you my love,
Till you say yes...*


© Raphael Uzor

They come and
Sale their wilderness
To the city!

They come and
Disseminate their chortle to city dwellers!
They come and
Teach business of honesty and humanity to the
People living in the jungle of concrete and sorrow!

They are prudent,
They are celebrant of
Compassion, peace and happiness!